Work Pics 7/07 - 197.8

One woman's journey to make a 180-degree / 180 pound turn around in her weight.

A friend finally got around to forwarding this impromptu picture of me, posing with a co-worker (my right) & John Ratzenberger (known best as Cliff Clavin on the TV show Cheers). I was celebrating with work associates after the completion of a successful project, and Mr. Ratzenberger ended up dropping in at the party (we were in the hospitality suite for the conference we had helped coordinate-- he happened to be passing through the area and was invited to join the party!) . NOTE: The very colorful coat I am wearing was borrowed from another party-goer-- the temp had plummeted into the high 20'sF and the wind-chill factor was blistering cold (hence my wind-whipped hair). Too wild!

...or maybe an Impressionist painting?
You decide.
This pic was snapped courtesy of a friend's camera phone (recall my earlier comment, most pictures you'll see of me look like "sightings" because I was caught offguard). Sorry it's blurry, but it was after midnight I lacked the presence of mind to actually STOP long enough for a clear shot. I'll do better next time-- at least this one's 3/4 of a full length shot!
Pleased to say that the 18/20 sweater I'm wearing has become baggy, and the jeans are size 20-- been a lo-o-ong time since I've seen that size in slacks. Weight - 236.3 pounds.
...and before you ask, that is NOT some kind of giant butterfly or other strange hair ornament-- don't know WHAT it is, but its just there...
Pike Place Market - One of my FAVORITE all-time places to shop, stroll & people watch :-) I was visiting my friend Barb, and after much shopping we decided to unwind with a microbrew (I think I had a "Kilt Lifter"-- verrrrrry tasty).
Here I am at the Houston Renaissance Festival in 2003. And YES, that is handwriting on my "girls," as well as on my friend's... This was towards the end of a DEADLY hot day (are there any other kinds in Houston???), and we were watching a fantastic group called Tartanic. Both friends I was attending with were ga-ga for the group's lead singer, and they waited (Sharpie marker in hand) for the set to end to get their CD's autographed. I just happened to be standing there, all innocence... The singer asked if he could sign THEIR bosoms (of course they said YES, the hussies...). He didn't even ask if he could sign mine-- he just DID... I weighed around 325 pounds at this point.